No, still hurting.

Which is why the song floating through the I-spy of my tiny little mind's eye is the little known jelly pop of Edward Ball's Mill Hill Self Hate Club. If you haven't heard it, don't bother because it is as irritatingly catchy as the Boo Radleys' song that was totally unrepresentative of their ouvre (look at all these clever words, aint I smart like). Mind you this now means that pretty soon (in about fifteen minutes perhaps?) expect to see a new post with the self same Boo Radleys pasted up here. God I hate Tuesdays. And George Lucas, I really hate him too. But that's another story (which ironically is something he will struggle with although with his money he probably wont care).